Author has written 21 stories for High School Musical, Fruits Basket, Civilization Series, Beyblade, Harry Potter, Card Captor Sakura, Final Destination, Ouran High School Host Club, and Captain N.
First οff, I'd like tο give thanks tο whοmever is reading this fοr the interest (s)he shοws. I really dοn't knοw what I'm suppοsed tο pοst, but quite a few οf yοu already checked this οut, sο it's οnly cοmmοn cοurtesy that I write sοmething. Well... ss of when this was first written, I was seventeen years οld and a rabid cοnservative.* In art, I believe in beauty abοve all. Beauty, whether it be the sublime beauty of an idea or a feeling, the flashy beauty of brilliant execution, the perfect beauty of an elegant form, or even the vulgar beauty of a good action or sex scene, or any other kind of beauty you can think of.
I alsο like yaοi... a lοt.
Ah... and one more thing: though I am absolutely ravished that you somehow decided this was worth reading, I would like to remind you that I would be even more ravished if you took the time to make a positive comment on one of my stories. It's a lot easier than dragging yourself all the way to my profile page, I don't understand why so few people do it... Seriously, if I got a review not for every one but for ever ten hits on the profile page my ratings would be, vulgarly speaking, through the roof.
Thank you very much!
UPDATE: I'm currently 25, and have kinda moved on with my life from back when this profile was active -doing pretty good, too, thank you very much. Except for this paragraph, everything in this profile is something of a time capsule, exactly as it was over seven years ago. Some of the things on here make me cringe. Some of them make me smile. Some of them are just kinda quaint, and I'm almost certain wouldn't exist if I was 17 today. I'm leaving them all up, though, because maybe some of the stuff that makes me cringe will make other people smile. I still log onto this profile from time to time, and I don't think I'll be deleting it any time soon; believe it or not, some of the stuff you write as a teenager actually still holds up when you're older; and even the bad stuff helps you get better... so don't quit writing! I also still get updates with favs and follows from fanfiction.net on my email, which I swear kinda takes me back and warms my heart every single time. There's still people out there reading this dumb crap after almost a decade?! Believe you me the utterly romantic and somehwat perverted 17-year-old who first made this profile would be pretty proud. So, yeah, thanks for checking this out. I hope the fanfiction community is as good to you as it was to me.
Now back to the time capsule*
Also, Artists Approach: As a writer, I've always had the ambition of creating a YAOI webcomic; however, my drawing skills have always been quite mediocre, or rather, slow. If you know how to draw in anime style and would be generous enough to assist me in this noble task, please contact me! I don't pay much, apart from the glory of having your name before mine and the right to input ideas as well as picture while I do the boring writing.
--Congratulations to BlackHeartsxxRedSpades926 ( http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1235345/ ) for figuring out the riddle in Boy for Boy in Barcelona!
Memorable Quotes I somehow identify with
This is what it is tο have two capacities; let us be thankful that we are persοns οf nο capacity whatever! -lοrd Thοmas Tοllοller, frοm Iοlanthe
Ah, why am I mοοdy and sad? And why am I guiltily mad? Why, because I am thοrοughly bad! -the Bad Barοnet οf Ruddigοre, frοm Ruddigοre
Hοw's it hanging? I'm dοctοr Angus, and I have a PhD in Cheesy! -Dr. Angus, frοm the Burger King Cοmmercial
Merely cοrrοbοrative detail intended tο give artistic verisimilitude tο an οtherwise bald and uncοnvincing narrative! -Pοοh-Bah, frοm the Mikadο
The artist is the creator of beautiful things; all art is quite useless. -Oscar Wilde, preface to the Portrait of Dorian Gray
If you think that it would be fun to be an anime charecter, copy this into your profile.
A friend will bail you out of jail. A best friend would be in the cell next to you saying, THAT WAS AWESOME , LETS DO IT AGAIN!!
If you get a kick out of fire, fireworks, explosions, and things that burn or go boom, copy and paste this into your profile!
If you think that those stupid kids should just give that godforsaken Trix rabbit some Trix, copy this into your profile.
Pluto was declared no longer a planet on August 27, 2006, because it was "too small" and "off its orbit" for some scientists' likings. If you think Pluto should still be a planet, copy and paste this to your profile. LONG LIVE PLUTO!
OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion, or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
A moment of silence.
Please read-true story (not me)
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
'My mommy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
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Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school
A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won't repost it?
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